Shibuya Ward,
Heaven and earth changed color. Rashomon rose, and the Hundred Demons roared!
"Give it up, officer."
Yamagami patiently explained as he aimed the steel pipe at Iori Ichika, who had slumped to the ground.
"The weapon in my hand isn't an ordinary steel pipe."
"Strictly speaking, it's a coilgun."
A coilgun was a projectile-accelerating weapon made up of one or more coils.
It accelerated magnetic projectiles to extremely high speeds using a synchronized linear motor. This device was also known as a Gauss gun, named in honor of Carl Friedrich Gauss, who mathematically described the effects of electromagnetic acceleration.
"The Demonic Arts I acquired let me control lightning. The voltage isn't particularly high, but it's flexible enough."
If Yamagami released the lightning recklessly, it would only be effective at short to medium range.
But paired with the homemade weapon in his hand, named Abe-Cutter, it allowed for precise long-range sniping. The shot that had "warned" the helicopter earlier had come from him.
"At this distance, you can't dodge my attacks."
Facing the steel pipe crackling with electricity, Iori Ichika—one arm twisted, her body wreathed in smoke—sighed helplessly.
"You Native Transcendents really are a pain."
They had all kinds of incredible abilities!
"Hey, Yamagami,"
"Are you really going to stand by and watch the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons happen in Tokyo?"
At Iori Ichika's retort, the steel pipe in Yamagami Toru's hand dipped slightly.
"Sorry."
"When this is over, I'll do something to help people."
For now, letting things slide as much as he could was the greatest effort he could make.
He'd even turned a blind eye when Fuji Seiko slipped away.
"Hey, are you still alive?"
"Cough, cough."
Tanimura Wataru opened his eyes to see Fuji Seiko injecting him with adrenaline.
"What happened to me?"